I'm watching an anime called Macademi Wasshoi. It's lots of silly fun, just as anime should be. However, the lyrics to the J-pop theme music are allegedly as follows:

WAsshoi! Give me a baby!
Delusion springs out to full bloom!
WAsshoi! Give me a baby, yeah!
Super cool honey-honey!

Pelvic fin harem, nervous huggling
Shouting unnatural sensation!
Even ( Read more... )

Having bought a cheap toastie-maker from Morrisons a few months back, I finally decided tonight to give it its inaugural toasting, having bought cheese and bread especially, and having just finished a long phone conversation with the parentals and not being in the mood for faffing around with cooking. I unboxed it, plugged it in and sat down to ( Read more... )

Quick plug for Yellow Brick Road Workshops for Schools, a start-up providing fun, interactive lessons in history, English and drama for classes of schoolkids.

Despite a late night last night, in an attempt to shift my body clock so that I could stay up for the election properly, I woke at half nine today. It was sunny, and my room was warm and bright through the thin curtains. I drifted in and out of sleep for a little over an hour before rising. I washed and put on clean clothes, topped by a bright red ( Read more... )

An excerpted hand-written letter, addressed personally to me, from my local Lib Dem candidate:

"Most people agree that the Labour government has been a grave disappointment. Local people have a clear choice - on May 7th either I will be our new Lib Dem MP or we will have a Labour MP. No other result is possible. At the last General Election, this ( Read more... )

Last night, following a grimly long stint at the statistical coalface, I eschewed my recent healthy living kick and treated myself to a giant burger from Gourmet Burger Kitchen. And this was, indeed, a GIANT burger: the toppings included cheese, dried tomatoes, bacon, chorizo, mushrooms, plus all of the general salad toppings. The waiter who took ( Read more... )

Sat next to me on the bench at Fulham Broadway's Eastbound platform were two kids, a boy and a girl, probably around ten years old or a bit older. The boy was white, freckly and not bad-looking while the girl was mixed race black/white and cute, and their dress and subsequent conversation showed that they were on their way home after a dance class ( Read more... )

The book Comparative Religion is proving interesting, even though the author is rather prone to the late Victorian and early twentieth century vice of peppering what is really a fairly academic book with irrelevant and slightly awkward anecdotes. The following, the closing sentences of Chapter IV, is a good example of an interesting point followed ( Read more... )

Tiger Woods' recent Nike ad was pretty damn appalling: whoring the memory of his dead father in order to continue whoring himself to his corporate sponsors.

In light of that, the following was very amusing: Cracked.com's Rejected Version. Quoting from one of the greatest movies of all time doubles the win ( Read more... )

I arrived home on Friday evening with the intention of making it just a brief stop before I went out to watch a film. Feeling too tired to do so (in retrospect, probably partly because of the timing of my pills), I instead stayed in, and did a bit of light computer gaming before turning in for a relatively early night ( Read more... )